After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

A thin layer of black frost rose on the surface of the skin, and even the blood seemed to have frozen. The flow of spiritual energy in the meridians almost stopped, and even the fingers could not move an inch.

not good!

This insidious poison can freeze spiritual energy and even corrode the body!

Lin Fengmian's heart skipped a beat. Just as he was about to activate the Pure Yang True Fire to forcefully dispel it, he heard a clear, cold voice beside him.

Wen Rushuang made her move.

She gently raised her hand, her slender fingers suddenly bursting forth with chilling white ghost flames.

The flames fell silently, like snowflakes drifting down, gently floating towards the ghostly faces all around.

Each flame was incredibly precise, as if it had eyes, locking onto a ghostly face.

The moment the ghost face touched the cold flame, it sizzled and crackled like hot oil poured on snow, instantly melting into a wisp of smoke and disappearing completely.

Although the flames were cold, they seemed to contain some strange purifying power. The scorched ghost faces didn't even have a chance to reform before they were completely annihilated in the air.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Rushuang's beautiful eyes swept over and saw the sinister black energy wrapped around Lin Fengmian's arm, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Without saying a word, she flicked her finger, and a tiny white flame, as thin as a bean, shot out and landed precisely on Lin Fengmian's right arm.

The sinister black energy seemed to have met its natural nemesis, emitting a soft "hiss" sound before instantly dissipating without leaving a trace.

After dispelling the yin poison, the small flame did not linger. Instead, it traveled along Lin Fengmian's meridians, expelling all the remaining cold energy before slowly dissipating.

Lin Fengmian felt a warmth in his right arm, the numbness quickly subsided, and his spiritual energy flowed freely again.

He flexed his wrist, opening and closing his fingers, and after confirming that it was alright, he nodded to Wen Rushuang and said, "Thank you."

It seems this woman is genuinely interested in cooperating.

"The most dangerous thing here is the Xuan Yin Corpse Puppet, but those things generally won't awaken unless you actively disturb them. What's truly troublesome is this ubiquitous Xuan Yin Qi."

Wen Rushuang's tone quickened, her gaze sweeping warily over the churning black mist around her.

Her voice remained cold, but with a hint of urgency, clearly indicating that her attack had consumed a significant amount of her spiritual energy.

"These mysterious Yin energies are all-pervasive, specifically designed to destroy a cultivator's foundation and dantian. Although my cultivation method can temporarily open up a relatively safe path, I need your help to strengthen it with your pure Yang essence. Otherwise, it will be difficult for me to sustain it alone."

She looked at Lin Fengmian, and the charming allure that usually lingered in her peach blossom eyes had vanished, replaced by a calm and calculating gaze as cold as ice.

Those eyes were clear and bright, as if they could see through all illusions; they were the eyes of a strong person.

"The deeper we go, the denser the Yin energy becomes. Young master, we need to speed things up."

Lin Fengmian didn't say anything more, but silently followed behind Wen Rushuang.

The two walked one after the other, with Wen Rushuang leading the way using her innate cold fire. The gray mist seemed to have encountered its natural enemy, and was burned into blue smoke by the cold fire in just one exchange.

But the ghostly mist dissipates upon contact, only to surge back from behind and to the sides, seemingly endless and never to be completely burned away.

Lin Fengmian followed closely behind, his aura surging, his pure Yang essence forming a blazing aura.

That aura was like an invisible warm sun, completely dispelling the cold, yin energy that approached Wen Rushuang.

The golden-red light intertwined with the cold, pale white flames, forming a fragile yet effective offensive and defensive line in the gloomy mist.

The two worked together seamlessly, one leading the way and the other protecting the rear, their steps never faltering as they advanced deeper into the area.

However, the dangers of the Xuan Yin Valley far exceeded their expectations.

Less than half an hour into their journey, as they passed through a narrow canyon, a sudden change occurred.

Suddenly, thick, viscous black mist emerged from the cliff edges on both sides, wriggling and spreading like living things.

The black mist seeped from the cracks in the rocks, flowed down the rock walls, and condensed from the void above, instantly blocking all paths in front of and behind the two.

The black mist carried a pungent, rotten smell, like the stench of a decaying corpse soaking in a swamp, making one want to vomit.

The fog was so thick it was almost solidified, like a giant black hand, completely surrounding the two of them.

"Oh no! It's the Ghostly Mist!"

Wen Rushuang gasped in surprise, her usually composed face finally showing shock. For the first time, her voice betrayed a clear sense of panic.

Clearly, the danger of this ghostly fog exceeded her expectations.

She reacted extremely quickly, immediately summoning a white bone artifact in an attempt to create a protective shield.

The white bone artifact was pure white and exuded a chilling aura, clearly her life-bound treasure nurtured for many years.

However, the moment the white bone artifact touched the ghostly mist, the spiritual light on its surface dimmed rapidly as if it were being swallowed up, instantly losing its spirituality.

The surface of the magical artifact emitted a hissing corrosion sound, and its spiritual light dissipated at a visible speed.

"This mist can corrupt magical artifacts!"

Wen Rushuang carefully retrieved the magic weapon with a pained expression. She noticed that its surface had several mottled corrosion marks, and its spiritual light had dimmed considerably, indicating that it had been severely damaged.

She gritted her teeth, a hint of heartache flashing in her beautiful eyes. She had nurtured this magical artifact for decades, and now that it was damaged, she didn't know how much effort it would take to repair it.

With all paths blocked and surrounded by ghostly mist, the magical artifact was damaged.

Lin Fengmian also frowned slightly.

If he unleashes his full power to deal with this level of yin and ghostly mist, it shouldn't be a big problem.

But Wen Rushuang's face was as pale as paper, and fine beads of sweat seeped from her forehead, clearly indicating that she was struggling to hold on.

Although her Yin-Yang magic power originated from the same source as the Ghost Mist, the filth contained in the Ghost Mist was too intense, and even her techniques could not completely resist it.

A life-or-death situation.

Wen Rushuang called out sharply, "Young Master Lin, please forgive me!"

Without the slightest hesitation, a resolute glint flashed in her eyes. The decision came swiftly, as if she had weighed it a thousand times in her mind, only unable to make up her mind until now.

With a swift movement, he approached Lin Fengmian from behind.

Her icy arms wrapped around his waist; they were slender and soft, yet possessed an undeniable strength.

Two slender hands pressed together on his lower abdomen, and one hand unconsciously moved down, almost touching the very bottom of his abdomen.

If you go down a little further, you'll be touching the most private area.

This position meant that she was almost pressed against Lin Fengmian's back.

She could feel the breadth and warmth of his back, and the tension and strength of his muscles.

Lin Fengmian could also feel the softness of her chest and the rapid heartbeat against her back. The heartbeat was as fast as a drum, hitting his back again and again.

"Relax your mind and guide your pure Yang energy to circulate with my spiritual power!"